After bringing in the New Year in snowy Wisconsin in true party fashion by staying up way too early and drinking an irresponsible teenager amount of beer. I woke up today with the first hangover of the year, hungry and thirsty and probably still drunk. I rolled out of bed, yacked up some stomach acid and resolved that my 1mile run would not be done before breakfast.
I consumed mass amounts of hash towns and coffee and attempted to force hydrate. At 3 pm I laid down for a power nap that turned into almost two and a half hours. When I woke up it was dark. I was pretty upset that I had missed the sunshine and prime running time. I hopped out of bed, still hungry and thirsty and just an hour before getting drunk again.
I couldn't miss the first run of the year, starting off 365 days of running with a 0 would ruin the entire challenge. It was dark out and I knew the temperature was dropping. I haven't run in the snow since I lived in Alaska in 2006. I layered up, running pants, knee high socks, swear pants, tank top, long sleeve shirt, hoodie. I wanted to get out the door before I had a chance to change my mind so I skipped the music and got out the door.
It was a frigid 14 degrees out, I didn't give myself a chance to get chilly, I just took off down the street, I kept taking lefts in hopes of not getting lost. I couldn't run at full speed because of the snow and ice, a it was a nice slow jog pace. I ran around the neighborhoods enjoying the Christmas lights and the sound of the crunching snow. Some sidewalks were shoveled better and I could pick up the pace, on of the hills was iced over and I almost slowed to a walk. I jogged right to the house as my Garmin announced a mike. My cheeks were rosy, my tummy was grumbling, and my lungs were full of cool winter air. I felt good and went inside to get warm. Day one complete. Time for a beer!
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